With mom at work, Noah wakes up in the morning with a new and different purpose. His aim is legible in his face as soon as he sees me standing over the crib edge: Today I am going to baffle daddy with my behavior, then flummox him, and just when he thinks he’s got house husbandry figured out, Bewilderment Junction here we come.
Yesterday was Gandhi Appreciation Day. After a 4:45am suckling session, Mr. Feed-Me-Every-Four-Hours rejected his father’s gently proffered bottle at 8:30, 9 o’clock, and again at 9:30. Plenty of grumping, mind you. Just no eating. After a 95-degree walk to the Italian market, milk at the ready, the protest fast was on. Hour five and hour six: advantage Noah. Hour seven: the disappointing discovery that dad is going to win. The opening frame of hour eight: I’ll suck the damn nipple, but only to punctuate the grunts between every sip, you patriarchal oppressor.
Today is Nap Resistance Day. It makes Gandhi Appreciation Day seem like I’m Actually Having Mercy On You Day. It is a cunning stratagem the junior member has put in play: Watch how sweet I’m being, dad! Aren’t I a pure delight? Look at these happy smiles—I’m even submitting to portraiture! Now check this out ... eyelids drooping, peaceful crib entry, a nice little stretch to send you back downstairs ... wait for it, wait for it ... WAAAAHHHHH!
3 comments:
He is adorable and your writing is so vivid I feel like we are sharing all the "precious - oh- precious-precious" moments! But the picture reminds me how much I miss hugging or holding him. Please keep adding to the blog - its a great way to stay in tune and makes my day.
Hope you and Liz are well. Love you all,
Susie
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Oh, he is too cute! I had so much fun with him last week and miss him terribly.
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